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Robin Four By Robin Y. My name is Robin and I am a male (at least I was born that way) who lives as a woman. In my business I meet a lot of people, most of whom are quite wealthy. Most of the people I come into contact with through my business are women and I would like to tell you of a recent conversation I had with one of these women. I will call her Martha, (although I am changing the names of all the people in the story to protect their privacy)....Well, Martha comes to me one day and says that she is hoping to be able to have a personal and private conversation with me. Being that I am a beauty salon owner and operator I do hear a lot of gossip floating around, but Martha was mysterious about the subject she wanted to discuss and I wondered what the personal part of her talk was about. "Sure, Martha.....do you want to go and have some coffee and talk? I am free at the moment." "Oh could you? I would appreciate it," replied Martha. She was looking around as if someone were following her. "Is everything okay?" I asked. "Yes, everything is fine.....I just need someone to talk to that I can trust," Martha looked to me for assurance that I would accept such an ominous request. I let my lead stylist, Andie, know that I would be out for a while and would have my cell if he needed. I walked Martha down to an outside caf? in the neighborhood and we chose a table that would provide some privacy. "Now tell me, Martha.....what's wrong?" I asked curious to know what was going on. "Robin, I've known you for almost 2 years and we have had interesting conversations in the past. You seem to be a kind and gentle soul.....I'm sorry to burden you, but I don't know who to turn to..." She paused. "Whatever it is.....don't worry Martha....we are friends and I will try not to judge....I don't know if I can help, but I will if I can," I told her. "The truth is, Robin.....when you confided to me that you were....uh...gender flexible....no...I guess that's not right..." "Has this something to do with my biological anomaly? We are friends, but my personal life is my own." "No dear, I didn't mean to imply anything, but from what you've told me you might have experience and knowledge that can help me," Martha looked at me pleadingly. "Okay, go on," I said. The story began and I sat transfixed....really not sure how to respond to the scenario Martha was laying out for me. "Robin, you know I have a son......Daniel. He's 16 next week..... They do grow fast. Well, Danny is an only child.....his father left us when he was 5 years old....ran off with his secretary to Alaska to search for gold. Last time I heard, he was broke and living in Amarillo with his sister. Serves him right! He was really a prick......the only good thing he ever did for me was to give me my Danny. Danny and I didn't need him anyway. My parents were well fixed and I inherited all the money I will ever need...good riddance to him, I say. Danny and I moved here to Houston four years ago after my mother died. My dad passed when I was a teenager, so we moved into the old family home....it's where we still live. Anyway, when we moved into the family home Danny began to act differently.....from the first day. I remember walking him through the large house and watching his eyes gaze in wonder at the many rooms and fine furnishings. While I was married we lived an average middleclass life, but my folks were old school and kept a house for their comfort and need (as my dad put it when we first built it when I was a kid). When we got to the bedrooms....we have five you know......I was showing him what we had and when I opened the door to my old room he nearly swooned. Yes...that's what I said....swooned. At first I thought he was fainting as he got pale and weak looking....but he gathered himself quickly. As we entered the room a flood of old memories hit me like a truck. My mother had kept it much like it was when I graduated high school and left for college. I came home some, but I never really moved back in. As I surveyed the room and its contents I noticed that Danny seemed as entranced as I was. He stood in the middle of the room as though there were a ring of fire around him, keeping him from moving about the room. I walked over to my large walk in closet and opened the doors.......there in the closet were a bunch of my old clothes hanging and some shoes on the floor.....stuff that I didn't want to bring to college, but didn't want to give away to Goodwill yet. I told him that I used to lie in the large bed there and write in my diary. 'Do you still have your diary, Mother' he asked me. I told him I hadn't seen it in years. When I led him out of the room I could swear he was trying to hold me back. I showed him the other bedrooms and then the master bedroom that I would occupy. 'Well, which bedroom do you want, Danny? You can choose anyone you want,' I asked him. 'I would like to have your old room, mother....please?' It is the only other besides the master to have a private bath so I said okay. 'Tomorrow I will move my old stuff out and make room for your things, honey. And we can repaint the walls the color of your choosing once we get settled in.' 'Mother, you don't have to do all that....I like it like it is and I can move your stuff out of the way'. He was almost pleading. I just told him we would talk about it later. He never would let me paint or change the comforter....neither real feminine, but they were and remain a feminine pink in color....certainly not a color for a boy. Eventually, he let me move my old stuffed animals and a few other things into one of the other bedrooms, but when I told him I was going to call Salvation Army or Goodwill to come pick up my old clothes he nearly panicked. 'Mother, your old clothes are out of style now, I don't think anyone will want them.....can't we keep them...... Well, I didn't know what to say....my twelve year old son was asking to keep my old dresses and skirts. 'I guess you're right.' I told him. They were certainly out of style and I did like occasionally pulling out my old prom dress just for the memories. That first year in the house was the beginning of the problem I want to talk about. I fully intended to remove my old clothes from Daniel's room and store them in a hall closet or one of the other bedrooms, but I never got around to it and Daniel never brought it up. The closet was large enough that my old things could be pushed to one side and his easily accommodated. One day I left to go shopping, telling Danny that I would be gone all afternoon, but would bring home pizza (his favorite) around 6 pm. Danny was almost thirteen and we live in a gated community so I had no reservation in leaving him alone. I had a croissant and coffee with a friend and was going to go shopping from there. When I went to pay the bill I realized I had forgotten my wallet in another purse. My friend graciously paid for us both and I returned home to get my wallet. I unlocked the door and walked in. I looked around downstairs, but didn't see Daniel. As I began up the stairs to retrieve my wallet I heard music playing. I walked up the stairs and followed the sound to Danny's room. Imagine my shock when I walked in to find Danny wearing one of my old dresses....with heels no less. There was a CD playing "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun" by Cyndi Lauper in the background. He was kind of dancing/swaying to the music and holding my old teddy bear in his arms. He saw me in the mirror of my old vanity and he was paralyzed with fear. Robin, I can't tell you what a shock it was......for the both of us. Finally, he turned and ran into his bathroom, closing the door behind him. I could hear his crying over Cyndi singing 'girls just wanna have fun'. I told him I was sorry for surprising him and that he shouldn't be ashamed....and I told him how much I loved him. Finally I gave up and told him I was leaving again....and I did. I was totally distracted the whole time I shopped....the image of my son standing there in my old dress and heels......I must say that he did at least look good.....I mean he wasn't wearing makeup and he had no boobs and of course his long hair wasn't done up fancy or anything, but really Robin, he was very cute. As I shopped I tried to think of ways to make him feel better.....less embarrassed so that maybe he would talk to me about it. I mean if he were just having fun with it why would he get so upset and lock himself in the bathroom. I was in Macy's and I was in the lingerie department looking at bras. Suddenly the image of Daniel in my dress with no boobies popped into my head...and I don't know why Robin, but I bought a training bra for him....for Danny. I guess I was thinking I needed a gift to get him loosened up and why I picked a bra I will never know. I arrived home at 5 pm with pizza and bags in tow. 'Danny, I'm home I announced so that he would know I was home. I was assuming he had changed into his boy clothes, but didn't want to risk embarrassing him again if he hadn't. As he came down the stairs in his boy clothes I actually felt a little regret....I don't know why.....I just did. We ate pizza and nothing was said about earlier. When I tried to bring it up he would just change the subject or look away and ignore me. I was frustrated.....finally I turned to him.....' Daniel, if you won't talk to me...how will I know what to think? I just want you to be happy.....if you would like I could make an appointment to talk to a doctor?' He still didn't respond. ' I even brought you a present, but I don't guess you want it.' I told him as I went over and picked up the bag containing the bra. I immediately regretted getting it for him....I really can't imagine what I was thinking. Anyway I through the bag off to the side onto a chair in the den and went upstairs to change and read. I went down later to check on him, but he was up in room....I noticed the bag was no longer on the chair. I knew what he was doing....and now I was contributing to the problem.....I was really confused and went to bed....I had some strange dreams that night. Since that day things have slowly gotten out of my control. At first I would find panties in the laundry he brought down from his room and then one day I found the bra buried under his shirts...like I might not find it....imagine! I was ready to confront things as he was approaching his fourteenth birthday and he had to start acting like a young man "What?" Martha asked me when I interrupted her. "I thought you told me he was slightly built and a little effeminate to begin with....so now you were going to lay a macho trip on him?" I repeated. 'It wasn't like that....I was afraid he was becoming a sissy. On several occasions I noticed that he hadn't removed all of his makeup or he wore his ponytail higher and higher on his head, but one day he came in wearing shorts and his legs were free of any hair.....I know he's still young, but trust me when I say I can tell when someone shaves their legs. He still wasn't speaking to me about this entire gender thing and I was starting to get angry.....that probably why I did it.' "What did you do?" I sat up, now quite interested in what she would say next. It was about three days after I saw his legs that I confronted him it.....He wouldn't admit anything and just went into his room.....anyway I was still boiling over his shaving and when I got home that particular night he was upstairs in his room with the door closed. I brought home some Chinese takeout and I called him to come down and have supper. We he walked into the dining room I was putting plates on the table. I looked up and I could tell right away. "Tell what, Martha?" I asked getting excited over the events she was presenting. 'I could tell he was wearing makeup. No, he wasn't all dolled up or anything, but he was wearing foundation making his complexion smooth and flawless....he has naturally lovely skin, but it was obvious that he had applied foundation and powder. When got close to me I could see he was wearing lipstick...yes, a pale almost neutral lipstick. I know that isn't the end of the world, but I don't have any lipsticks that color. I cornered him and demanded to know what he thought he was doing and where he got that lipstick. He wouldn't look me in the eye, but he admitted that he had bought the lipstick from a Target store. I was livid....I couldn't believe my son had gone into a public store like Target and bought a lipstick. I asked him a list of questions, including had he worn makeup when he went to buy it.....did he buy any other cosmetics and did anyone else know what he was doing. He said 'no, mother I wasn't wearing makeup....yes I did buy a mascara and the foundation and powder (which he said came together in one unit) and no, no one else knew about his pretend. Pretend is it, I thought....well maybe he needs some reality. I took him by the hand looking the way he was....wearing khaki shorts and a simple pullover t-shirt (I couldn't tell if he was wearing the bra I had bought for him, but I suspected he was and his white sneakers. Anyway, I marched him out to the car and off we went to Target......yes, he was still wearing the makeup he had on.....although my purpose was to embarrass him a little I was glad he wasn't wearing the mascara. When we got to Target I assumed he would complain and refuse to get out of the car. I remember thinking to myself that now that we were there what would I do if he didn't become frightened of going in. I had no choice. I told him we were going in to find the rest of the makeup he might need to complete his look.....I swear I saw him smile....the little.....oh, sometimes he makes me angry. I took him in and walked him right up to the cosmetics section. I began asking what he liked and what he needed thinking this would surely get to him, but he casually answered my questions and browsed the section picking up a few things as he went. I ended up paying for liquid eyeliner, an eye shadow kit, some blush, an eyebrow pencil and another lipstick (in bright pink)....as we were leaving the makeup section I saw a perfume display with Jennifer Lopez' image touting her latest fragrance and I picked up a bottle on the way to the cashier. Robin, instead of being embarrassed he was totally excited....I don't remember seeing his that excited before. When we got home I reheated the Chinese, we ate and he rushed up to his room with his new makeup and closed the door behind him. I was sitting in the den and thinking that I had lost complete control over the situation....I felt helpless really. I was reading the latest edition of Vogue when I looked up. Understand that up until this time I had only seen glimpses of what I knew was doing. I had never seen him in a dress or skirt and blouse (although I was sure he was trying them behind his closed door. Well, I looked up and he was standing in one of my old jumpers.....I always liked that particular jumper. It is grey with checks and is cut very feminine. His bare legs were on display and they looked like they went on forever. There was no doubt now....he was wearing the bra, too. I could see his bra straps peeking out from the narrow straps of the jumper. As my view moved up from his cute legs past his breasts to his face I must have become as red as an apple. He must have been reading some of my glamour magazines because he had done his makeup completely and he did a marvelous job....avoiding some of the hazards young girls experience. It wasn't over done and it did make him quite attractive....for a girl that is. His long hair was pulled back high on his head in his familiar ponytail, but he had used a black scrunchie to hold it in place. I didn't know what to say....he looked so authentic. I tried to broach the gender topic again, but he deflected my efforts and turned on the TV. The first thing that came on was a commercial for OPI Nail products. I watched him as he intently soaked up the announcer's message. Then he did a funny thing....he looked at me and asked me if he could paint his nails. 'Mother, it's Friday and I'm going to stay home all weekend....could I this one time?' I knew it wouldn't be one time only, but what could I do.....so I went and got my nail supplies. I asked him if he knew what to do or if I should help. He said he would figure it out and did I have any pink like the new lipstick I had purchased for him. I just kind of sighed and handed him a pearly pink I have. He sat and watched TV while painting his fingernails and then to my amazement, his toenails. When I looked I noticed he had done a good job and I couldn't find a mess anywhere. I continued to read my magazine while he watched his show (Buffy the Vampire Slayer reruns). As I read I came along an article about boys who dress like girls. Apparently it isn't as uncommon as I thought. There were even some pictures of some very pretty boys. One of the features of the article was on a male model named Andrej Pejic who is absolutely stunning. I read the article and then I looked up at my Danny. I have to admit he was as cute as a button sitting there with his makeup on and his nails gleaming....I remember thinking that all he needed were hoop earrings and he could give that Andrej a run for his money. I don't know if I was trying to punish him or if I was trying to help him look like that Andrej, but I knew I had opened a door. It was several nights after that first night he completely dressed in front of me.....I was cleaning out my medicine cabinet and I saw my birth control pills. I haven't had sex with a man in 5 years, but I have continued to keep my prescription up just in case. It had been a month since I had taken one as I had decided to discontinue using them (I certainly didn't need them anymore). Well, I was about to throw the dispenser in the trash when I got a crazy idea. Yes, Robin I did. I took one and crushed it and put it in his orange juice one morning.....I wasn't thinking. I continued to give him the estrogen for three months before my conscience got the best of me. I told him what I had done and why and told him it was wrong and that I wouldn't do it anymore.....he seemed distraught......I don't know if it was because of what I had done or because I was discontinuing it. I left the pills in my cabinet, but checked regularly to make sure none were missing in case he decided to renew the practice. None were ever missing and I thought that it was done. (I recently learned he got the prescription number and the pharmacy phone number from the dispenser and called pretending to be me and had it refilled. He would pick it up and pay for it telling the clerk he was picking it up for his mother....this has apparently continued to this day.) Of course I should never have interfered with his body, but you don't know what he was up to. I finally learned how to do that internet thing and how I could see where he had been going and what he was looking at on his computer. I found a lot of sites with information about boy/girls...some were mostly the educational type in nature and some were a little more prurient, but I came along one he obviously frequented often. It was like I imagine the chat sites look like, but this one was for boys that felt like they were really girls. I figured out his screen name and looked up some of his old communications with the other girls....er...I mean boys. There was some flirting, but for the most part it looked like a site for teenage girls....a lot of talk of makeup and clothes...especially shoes and only a little about boys. Nothing sexual you understand....just typical girl talk. I knew in my heart he wanted to be a girl. I wasn't sure I approved, but I knew the birth control would slow his male maturity and I thought some more time....really just a postponement of puberty wouldn't be a bad thing. At first the only real change was that he became open in his feminine dress and his mannerisms began to reflect a teenage girl's. I would often watch him watching girls his age in a movie or on TV....watching their movements, how they talked and how they walked. I would watch amused as he practiced imitating those girls after the shows ended. He must have realized I knew what he was doing, but he never seemed embarrassed or angry at my amusement. In fact as time went along he became increasingly more and more thoughtful and amiable.....sweet really. That first summer a normal day consisted of him waking up and doing his bathroom necessities and then after freshening up he would put on his bra and a pair of the panties I finally agreed to buy him. He would then pick something out from my old wardrobe and put it on. He wears a size 6 in a women's shoe so he can wear some of my old flats that had been in storage....Yes, I am still a 6....Okay, I have let him wear some of my heels a couple of times.....I mean he has been so sweet lately I felt he deserved a treat. Everything went fine that summer, but as fall approached we both realized that school would put a major cramp in his activities. He came to me and asked me if he really had to go to school. Of course I said yes, but decided to check into home schooling before I enrolled him. As it turned out I met an old friend at the registrar's office. We were roommates in college for one semester. She had taught for many years and then gotten into administration. Unfortunately for her, the school board had to make severe cuts and her job was made redundant. She was finishing her last days. She told me she wasn't concerned about the layoff as she had qualified for retirement from the school district two years prior and was just adding to her package....she wasn't ready to be retired and she told me she was thinking about doing some substitute teaching. I light bulb went off in my head and I asked her if she ever considered home schooling. 'Not really she said.....I don't have any children...not even nephews or nieces.' "Well, I'm looking for someone to home school my son.....for one semester at least," I said to her. "What happened? Has he been ill......did he have an accident?" she asked concerned. "No nothing like that," I responded. "Would you like to get a bite to eat and we can talk?" I asked hopefully. Well, Robin we did have a bite and I spilled the whole story to her. I started out explaining that Danielle (that's what she wants me to call her now), anyway I explained that Danielle is different and that I was trying to help him come to terms with some identity issues he was dealing with....I explained that I wanted to shield him from the peer pressure that makes self determination difficult at that age. After talking with her for a while we both relaxed and she agreed to be Danielle's teacher. 'Okay, Sarah (that's her name).... I haven't told you the whole and complete story.' Sarah raised a brow. 'You see my son Daniel likes to be called Danielle....and he likes to look the part.' I waited for a response from Sarah. 'Fear not old friend.....trust me, I have seen it all,' she said. I finally felt like I had a confidant and someone who could help me keep the boat right side up. We talked for hours and I told her everything about Danny and she was unfazed. When I finished she smiled and put her hand on mine. "Don't worry about a thing....I think it will be fun to teach again and I look forward to working with you and Danielle. I hope you understand that I will not show any favoritism and I expect that he will complete all assignments and do his best to be a good student. I will call you and we can make arrangements for meet to meet your son and I can give you both an orientation as to what to expect." When I introduced her to Danny, he was wearing shorts and a pull over T- shirt. I'm sure he was wearing a bra, but it wasn't really noticeable as his breasts were still quite small. I hadn't told Sarah or anyone else for that matter about the birth control pills. I didn't want to rock the boat. When I looked at his sandaled feet, you could clearly see his red toenails.....since he was wearing foundation and some pale lipstick I guess the toenails won't add much to my embarrassment. I know, Robin....I shouldn't be embarrassed, but I was....maybe because I felt complicit with the pills and all. The two of them hit it off well and soon Danny was making good grades on his weekly tests and seemed to enjoy learning. As long as he is doing so well, I decided to let things go into a second semester. By March he was scoring very high on his tests and he seemed happier than I have recalled him being. During this whole period he continued to dress like a girl, wear makeup and had even started setting his hair regularly with my Hot Rollers. His femininity became normal for us and even though I did try to turn him more toward his male side....I never had much success. I even took him to a basketball game once. I thought that the surroundings would be good for the boy in him....I played a little basketball in high school and I thought that maybe I could teach him some things about the game. He was more interested in what the cheerleaders wore. I insisted he dress as a boy for the game and he did, but as we were leaving a young man ran up to us holding my purse. He looked at Danny and said...'is this yours miss? I think you forgot it.' Danny just smiled and said that no it was his mother's purse. The young man looked at me and handed me my purse. I thanked him and then we left. I think the young man had eyes for my young Danny....it made me uncomfortable. One night I walked in on Danny while he was in the bath. This was a few days after his fifteenth birthday. He was sitting in the tub shaving his legs. I had not seen him perform this feminine act before and I was stunned at how feminine he looked. Then I noticed his boobies. Until then the birth control pills had basically just postponed his masculine development....now he was showing development you would only see on a girl. I stood there in shock for a minute. He stopped shaving and looked up at me. "What's wrong mother?" he asked. "When did those start coming in?" I asked pointing at his breasts. "A few months ago...I guess. Are they pretty like a real girl?" he asked. I was lost for words, but finally muttered something like 'yes, dear they are lovely.' I didn't know what else to say. I had stopped the birth control pills, but it seems he is still growing his titties. I am at my wits end. Sarah says that he is making great progress with his studies and seems well adjusted....my question is adjusted as what.....a girl? I looked at Martha....she really did feel like she had painted herself into a corner and it showed in her eyes. "Martha, you do understand that you helped to create this situation....I mean it is obvious that the boy has gender issues, but you have been an ally for those female tendencies. You took him shopping for makeup, you let him keep your old clothes, the birth control pills.....they all have been keys to opening doors to his femininity. Don't look so sad....I didn't say it was a bad thing....after all, it's not like you tricked him into anything....he wanted everything you allowed him.....he didn't have to walk through those doors you opened. Well, I guess the birth control pills were without his knowledge, but I am sure had he known he would have been delighted. You did say he continued taking them without your knowledge.....he wanted to." "Robin, you are so wise for your age....thank you for listening to my complaining. I have only one more request of you......would you speak to my Danny and give him some idea what he is looking at if he continues on this path?" "You mean like a 'this is what will happen to you if you keep up this nonsense?' kind of idea?" I asked. "No....I am sorry if I have offended you....that's the last thing I want to do. I thought that since you are clearly a beautiful young woman in every way that I can see.....and you've been through what my Danny is going through......you could give him advice on how to end up like you....beautiful, successful and well adjusted. You could be the gold standard for him to emulate. Knowing that the feminine person in front of him was actually once a boy like him...that would be a real encouragement for him. He really needs some guidance from someone who can empathize. I hope you can find it in your heart to help us. "What does she think about meeting me? You have told her, right?" I asked. "I told her that since she... er...he was turning sixteen that he should have an expert give him some advice on dress, makeup, hair...that sort of thing. Someone closer to his own age." "He doesn't know I am a boy?" I looked at her closely. "Not yet. I intend to tell him tonight....if you agree.....if not I'll make some excuse." Martha seemed desperate. Long story short, I agreed to meet with Daniel on Saturday and Martha thanked me profusely. "You have no idea how much this means to me, Robin....oh, and there is one more thing I wanted to .....uh... ask you to investigate?" Martha avoided my gaze as she said this last part. "Investigate? What do you mean, Martha?" I asked. "Danny has been acting stranger than usual the last 2-3 months. I noticed that Sarah has also been rather peculiar acting in some respects. I seldom stay home when they are doing their studies....when I do I feel self conscious....like I might disturb their concentration.....I do so want Danny to do well, so I usually leave to shop, go to yoga or some other activity so they can be alone. Now I am beginning to wonder about the sly looks they seem to give one another when I get home. It is as though they have a private joke and I am not in on it. Investigate may have been an overstatement....please just see if you see anything that I should be concerned about...okay?" Again, I agreed and we arranged for me to go by her home Saturday morning at 10:00 am to meet Danny and try to offer him some advice while attempting to discover if there were any issues that Martha should be aware of. On Saturday morning I pulled up at Martha and Daniel's home....or estate may be a better description. As I got out of my car I hoped I had chosen the appropriate clothing and look to help Danny...excuse me, Danielle feel at ease with me. I had chosen something age appropriate (I was almost 24 yrs. old at the time) and yet, young looking and flirty that a girl of 18-19 could wear. Granted, Danielle is only 16, but I am not 20 anymore. I felt like a compromise was due and so I wore the mid thigh tartan skirt with a white cotton blouse under a dark grey vest. It did make me look a bit school girlish and so I gambled on a makeup look that would fit. Since it was Saturday morning I was light handed with both the amount of makeup I used and the colors I chose. As I recall I wore a plain, thin gold chain necklace, simple 1 ?" hoop earrings and a couple of rings on each hand. My eye shadow color was basically my overall skin color lightened slightly, with a rich brown in the crease. I used a gel eyeliner which I used to create a well defined band all along the upper lash line....I did not extend the line past the corner of the eye which I believe is more appropriate for evening wear. I lined the inner lower lash line with a kohl pencil and then smudged a thin pencil line below the lashes from the center of the eye to outer corner (starting with narrow band at the center which increases to a wider one at the corner. I feathered out that lower corner with my fingers, blending well in an away from the eye motion that results in a look which makes the overall eyes defined and seem larger. I like Mascara that does not flake and which adds fullness and length, but at that time the market didn't offer the outrageous options we have now so I added a few longer false lashes to each eye, spaced out and extend slightly past the length of my natural lashes....not glamorous, but a youngish sophisticate look. I topped that off with one fairly heavy coat of Great Lash (cheap...but still one my favorites). I used a powdered mineral base and a Bronzer instead of blush to add some color. My naturally pouty lips (not Angelina Jolie' pouty- more like the girl on that current TV show....Big Bang Theory...the blonde) were tinted with a matte red lipstick that I sort of blotted against them....a very light coat, but one that says I am a girl wearing red lipstick so don't get in my way. My hair is nearly to my shoulder blades in length and I had a body wave a few weeks before that allowed me to just blow dry and go. I have some natural curl to my hair and with the wave the end result is a full hairstyle that is parted down the middle, frames my face and reaches down to a little above my breasts......very feminine and a bit on the youngish side. My shoes were 3" heels that a senior in high school trying to look more mature or a young secretary could wear to work in a legal office with equal confidence. I looked in my full length mirror and smiled as I peered at the young woman standing there. I never get over the satisfied feeling I get when my femininity is on display. I picked up my purse and went out to the car. The drive to Martha's home was about 15 minutes, which is long enough for me to get a few butterflies. I always get nervous when first meeting someone like Danielle or me....it is a comfortable, but anticipatory feeling. I was anxious to meet this boy/girl and see for myself just how presentable she was. I was also curious to hear her story and to see if I could be of any assistance to her in accepting who she is so that she can choose constructive ways of making herself whole. As I approached the front door my butterflies flew away and I was again the confident, polished young woman that Martha and Danielle needed. I rang the bell and waited. Shortly, the door opened and there stood a young woman who could be Danielle I guessed, but she didn't look like I had imagined. She was wearing heels that were probably 3 ?- 4" high which made her an inch or maybe two inches taller than me if my heels. Her hair was styled in a very feminine and youngish way. Most real girls do not still roll their hair, but I suspected that Danielle did. It was obviously the result of significant effort. Parted on one side, her bangs swept across her face.....falling over one eye as she slightly lowered her head. "Robin, please come in. I'm Danielle. Mother has told me so much about you...it really is very nice to meet you." Danielle seemed genuinely delighted and only a bit nervous. "It is so nice to meet you as well, Danielle. I too have heard a lot about you and I must say I have looked forward to meeting you......and I certainly am not disappointed, you are a stunning young girl....and only sixteen your mother tells me." "Yes, I am 16.....but I think I am more mature than most sixteen year olds. Miss Sarah says that I remind her of some 18 year old girls that she knows." I surveyed Danielle up and down. She was dressed in a semi-slutty school girl skirt and blouse and combined with the shoes she wouldn't look out of place smoking cigarettes behind the gym with the other rebels. Her makeup was well done, but it too was just a bit on the slutty side.....Smokey eyes that would have been perfect for going on a date, but less appropriate for morning wear....her lips were lined and colored in with a shade or two lighter Berry lipstick.....not quite drag queen, but not close to sophisticated. She had lathered on lip gloss over the lipstick and although it was definitely sexy in a Couture way, it was not practical for everyday wear.....had everything been toned down several notches it could have worked. I wondered where she got most of her makeup tips and I suspected it was from Young Women's Magazines and TV where the models are always glamorous...even at the beach. Martha walked up to us at that moment. "Hello, Robin. Welcome to our home. I see you've met Danny.....(Danielle looked at her mother with furrowed brows)...er...Danielle. Look I know you girls want to get acquainted and I have yoga class....so I'll leave you two to get to know each other. I'll be back at 1 pm and if you haven't eaten yet...I'll take you both out for lunch?" Martha smiled hopefully looking at Danielle. "Sure Mom, that sounds good. Don't let us make you late," Danielle then looked at me now, having dismissed her mother....or so it seemed. After Martha left, Danielle made some coffee and we sat at the kitchen table and I told her enough about myself to create a comfort zone for her. Once she realized that I wasn't going to be any kind of threat to her she began to open up...then the flood gates opened. By the time the coffee was ready she had let her defenses down and I could see a somewhat frightened sixteen year old boy/girl. When Danielle poured us each a cup of coffee I asked her if it would be alright if we could sit outside somewhere so I could smoke a cigarette with my coffee. She led me to the patio at the rear of the house and we sat with our coffee. As I took a cigarette from my purse I looked up to see Danielle watching my actions intently. "Robin, may I have one of those?" she asked. "I didn't know you smoked Danielle....does your mother know?" I asked her watching her reaction to my question. "No...she doesn't know. At least she hasn't said anything.....she probably suspects, but hasn't accused me or anything." "I understand....I was once your age. I'll be truthful.....it is not really a habit I encourage. Sometimes I wish I had never tried it, but there are times when I truly enjoy it. If you do continue to smoke, please do not make it a habit....as in one after every meal....one with every glass of wine and so on. Personally, I don't even smoke a quarter of a pack a day.....sometimes much less.....but there are times like this when I do enjoy it," I said before striking my lighter and lighting the tip of my Benson and Hedges. Danielle held hers to her lips and I moved the lighter over to her. As she held the cigarette with feminine fingers tipped with well maintained nails with an almost black nail polish, she sat poised to gently suck on the filter much like a straw. Her attention was focused on that bit of fire I was holding and finding it with her cigarette. Cigarettes lit and smoke swirling up skyward we sat back and looked at each other....evaluating the situation. "Mother tells me that you own a salon and are very successful for such a young woman." "I will have to thank your mother for such a lovely compliment. I have been fortunate, but I have worked hard, also," I looked into her aqua colored eyes (I wondered at the time if she was wearing contacts as her eyes were a unique shade). She blew out a stream of smoke. It was obvious from the way she smoked that she had practiced this many times before. "So....Danielle, tell me....who put together your look for today?" I asked. "I did....what do you think?" "It is evident that you know what you are doing and all young girls experiment with things to find their own styles, but truthfully....with just a few adjustments I think you might could make yourself perfect." "Really....what am I doing wrong?" "It's not really like anything is wrong, more like how can it be refined to achieve the same goal," I explained. "Where have you learned about such things....magazines and TV?" "Some...and Ms. Sarah has given me tips and mother a little, but I think it makes her uncomfortable to talk to me about daughter things." "Is that how you see yourself? Her daughter?" I wondered out loud. "Yes, I am her daughter. I understand how she feels....at least I guess I kind of do....I know I was born with male body parts, but we both know I was meant to be a girl. I can't help how I feel and who I am." I looked at her beautiful eyes which looked ready to tear up. "Darling, all your mother really wants is for you to be happy and safe. Girls like you and I aren't as plentiful as real girls and your mother has little to go on dealing with your.....circumstance," I looked at Danielle who was blowing a stream of smoke into the air and intently gazing at the lipstick stain on the lip of the coffee cup she held just below her chin. She did appear much more mature than her 16 years. We finished our cigarettes and moved back into the house. I looked at Danielle and saw that she was unsure what to do at this point. I suggested that she let me do a makeover on her and surprise her mother with a new look when she returned. Danielle's eyes brightened. "That would be awesome," she said and then spoke up again. "Can I ask you one thing before we start?" "Sure. What is it?" I replied. "I would like to be called Elle...you know short for Danielle, but not Danny," He asked timidly. "Of course, Elle....A new name for a new girl with a new look," I smiled. We sauntered back to Elle's bedroom which was decorated in a very femme style. Pink, bedspread, some stuffed animals on a chair and lacey curtains in white. There was a small vanity which was covered with cosmetics and a perfume bottle or two. I sat her at her vanity and then put the stuffed animals on her bed and pulled up the chair next to her facing the mirror. "Your foundation is just the right shade and it appears you have pretty skin beneath the sheer cover. You did an excellent job. The blush could be toned down just a little....let me show you a little trick. (I took a large powder brush and began blending the edges of her blush so that it looked like she was blushing naturally)....there now, what do you think?" I asked her. "Yes, it does look a lot more natural." "I love the sultry look you have accomplished with your eye shadow and liner, but for daytime I think you could tone it down a little. We'll keep the look, but watch how I blend where the colors come together....now I will lightly use your large brush to apply a little powder over the entire eye lid from brow to lash line....very gently. See how it makes your eyes look more in line with your complete face?" She nodded that she did. "Lips help define your desired look. To be perfectly honest yours might be appropriate for a model photo shoot, but would not work so well walking through the mall....Know what I mean?" Again she nodded and smiled. She wiped the lipstick and gloss from her lips and then repaired the area around her mouth while I looked through her lipsticks. "Here....try this one," I said as I handed her a dark wine colored lipstick. "It is the closest to matching your nails. I think with your full lips a light application of a dark lipstick with maybe a touch of gloss at the center of your bottom lip....yes, like that." As we looked at her work in the mirror I asked what she thought about my suggestions. "I love it.....I have read in Seventeen and Glamour that less can be more and now I think I understand. " "It is all about looking appropriate for the occasion. If you were going on a Saturday night date You might want to glam it up.....you can still experiment with your look, just remember to blend and start with less. It is a lot easier to add more color than to take it off," She looked at herself in the mirror and just beamed. "Now, how about clothes.....why don't you show me what you have," I said encouragingly. "All I have is mother's old clothes....well mostly. Ms. Sarah gave me this skirt and blouse," She said holding up a flippy little pleated skirt and sleeveless cotton blouse. Mother got me my own underwear, although she did give some of her old foundation garments as she calls them," She opened a drawer and removed a bustier, a waist cincher and an old fashioned panty girdle with garter tabs hanging from the bottom. "I wish I could go shopping and get a whole new wardrobe of my own. I really appreciate mother helping me by letting me wear her old stuff, but I would like some more current fashions....like I see girls on the street wearing," She said longingly. "Well maybe we can talk your mother into a shopping trip. I'll see what she thinks," I told her. "For now, why don't you put on the skirt and blouse Ms. Sarah gave you....I think it will work perfectly for the look we are trying to achieve. And if you have some navy shoes with heels, put them on..... The colors in your skirt call for something in a dark blue or navy color," She did as instructed as I supervised. As she removed her top to put on the blouse we selected I saw she had what appeared to be B cup breasts encased in a darling little bra age appropriate for her. The bra was beige and there was a little red rose right at the center between the cups and she couldn't have been cuter with a demure look about her....her eyes slightly focused downward and a real blush showing through her makeup. I could feel my juices flowing....not just from the stimulation of seeing this young boy/girl in her lingerie, but from the feelings it evoked from my own experiences when I was that age. I looked at the clock on the wall and turned to Elle who was admiring her new look in the full length mirror in her bedroom. She was turning this way and that...posing....tossing her hair......she was adorable. "Okay, Princess.....I am going outside to have one last cigarette before your mom gets home. Would you like to join me....if you can tear yourself away from that mirror that is," I teased. We clicked and clacked out onto the patio and enjoyed a cigarette while she started to talk to me in a 'you're in my confidence now' type of way. "What about sex?" Elle asked expectantly. "What about it?" I retorted. "I mean....you've grown up and sometimes I wonder how my sex life will be as I grow older," She said. "Do you have a sex life now?" I asked. "No...not really. Ms. Sarah has shared some things with me, but I only know about what I've read or seen on the internet," he said shyly. "Are you more attracted to boys or girls....sexually?" I asked seriously. "I really don't know any boys....just ones that I see around or on TV....and I only have a few girlfriends....well, they're more like just people I see around....I guess I don't really have any friends," he said dejectedly. "Who stirs up your blood the most....boys or girls?" I turned up the heat a little. "Girls...I guess. Sometimes I think about what it would be like to kiss a boy, but mostly I am interested in girls. Sometimes I think I am more interested in their clothes and makeup than as a love interest, but when I....uh....relieve myself I usually think about what it would be like to cuddle with a pretty girl or young woman and kiss and touch each other. Do you think that is wrong? Ms. Sarah says it is natural and that I should not be ashamed to explore those feelings." "Does Ms. Sarah ever help you live that fantasy?.....I mean does she touch you......sometimes?" I asked finding myself breathing a bit heavier. I know I probably shouldn't be enjoying talking about such things with this young boy/girl, but I couldn't help it....it turned me on (I was doing this at her mother's request after all). Elle began to get fidgety, but did not speak. I turned her chair to face me where we sat and I leaned forward. In a soft voice I asked again. "Does Ms. Sarah touch you sometimes....you know, in a sexy way?" I asked. Before I knew it....Elle also leaned forward and planted a firm kiss right on my lips. I could smell the fruity scented perfume I had just spritzed her with. I was stunned for a moment and then I pulled back a moment and looked into her eyes. Suddenly we were at it again and her passion was evident as she rose and then sat in my lap....her lips not leaving mine. After a couple of minutes I again pulled away. "Sweetie.....you are absolutely delicious, but.......we need to find you some friends your own age so that you can experiment together. I won't lie....you are beautiful and I am attracted to you in ways you can't imagine, but.......at this point you are too young for me and I am too old for you. One day you will understand. In the meantime, I can teach you all kinds of things to help you 'relieve' yourself....and things which will help prepare you for more 'adult activities' as you grow and mature. Now I want you to tell me all the things that Ms. Sarah has told you about the birds and bees and what activities you have shared....do not hold back. I have experienced a lot in my life and I promise You won't shock me.....it is important that I know where you are coming from if we are to become friends and I am to help you find some comfort in the body you have." Elle finally relented and told me of some the activities Ms. Sarah had included her in. It seems Ms. Sarah like receiving oral sex and under the guise of teaching Elle about lesbian sex Sarah was on the receiving end of one of theses lesson about once a week. She also showed Elle how a woman's breasts are sensitive and how the nipples can be stimulated orally and with the fingers. She introduced Elle to being penetrated first with her fingers and then just recently with a jelly dildo that she gave to Elle. When I asked Elle if she enjoyed the sensation of being penetrated or if she felt like she had been abused by Ms. Sarah. She intimated that she did enjoy the sensation, but she knew it was probably wrong to be engaging in this activity with Ms. Sarah. I asked if Ms. Sarah ever forced her to do anything and she said firmly that Ms. Sarah had never been mean or made her do anything. They usually talked about it first and then if Elle agreed they would become romantic and experiment. I knew I would have to tell Martha that Sarah was engaging in questionable behavior and assumed that she would discharge her from her tutorial duties.....I didn't know this Sarah and had no reason to harm her. She could well have Elle's interests at heart, but a mother needs to know these things. I was confident after an afternoon with mother and daughter being candid with one another, Martha and her Danny now Elle would find a new line of communication and hopefully begin a healthy and positive future. When Martha arrived at home she was overjoyed at Elle's new look. "You are so pretty!" She said nearly coming to tears. "My daughter....I am so proud......and look what I bought for you." Martha opened the large shopping bag she was carrying and pulled out a sil,ky looking nightie.....it was pink with lots of lace trim. I was a little jealous. "Oh Mother! I love it....it is beautiful.....I can't wait to try it on," Elle just beamed. "Okay girls! I'm starving..... I'm taking the two of you to lunch. Get your purses," Martha announced. We had a great lunch and an interesting afternoon. As I had hoped, mother and daughter found a new trust between themselves and when I left around 5 pm they were having a great time talking about all the things they were going to do as mother and daughter. I did manage to pull Martha aside and tell her to ask about Ms. Sarah and I told her Elle was expecting to be asked about it and would be forthcoming in her truthful answers. I received a letter from Martha the next week thanking me for my help. Since then we have become good friends and they have me over for dinner at least once a month. Now when my salon books Martha, we book an appoint for Elle at the same time slot......mother and daughter in a ritual being played out all over the world.